While I was in my garage staring at some of my husband’s large tools, I heard my neighbor outside. I stepped out the side door and walked up to the gate at the side of the house to see what he was up to.
I had to stand on an old milk crate because I was too short to see over, but… When I saw my neighbor, I felt my little cunt start to ache even more deeply inside. Seeing him muddle around by his truck made me wonder what he would say or do if he knew I was naked and watching him.
As I watched him, I was thinking some very naughty things. But then I saw another neighbor across the street, a couple of houses over. Both men are in their late fifties and much taller them my husband and seemed more fit as well. They’ve both been over to visit with my husband often over the years, and we’ve all invited each other over for barbecues and birthday parties, and such. Nice, friendly married men the both of them.
I knew if I called out to say good morning, they probably wouldn’t hesitate to walk right up to the gate for a friendly morning conversation. It’s quite a regular thing for them to do when my husband’s around.
I thought about doing it as I stood watching them. But I knew deep down that it was a very bad idea to even consider such a thing, as I wasn’t wearing a stitch. But I kinda wanted to see the expressions on their faces when they noticed I was naked.
Odds were that they would be offended or at least pretend to be as they stared at my nakedness and deviant behavior. They’d probably tell my husband and their wives, and it would all just blow up and be a huge scandalous thing in the neighborhood.
But horny as I was, I just stared obliviously in the direction of my next-door neighbor; I was daydreaming about getting screwed by him and the guy across the street. But when he came around his truck in his PJs and a t-shirt, I couldn’t help but notice that he was likely not wearing underwear. From where I was, it looked as if he had a banana jostling around in his PJs and not a small one either. I couldn’t help but think to myself that even when my husband is fully erect, he doesn’t wag like that or even seem as big. Even at a distance, my neighbor seemed to have a need for underwear.
I never really intentionally looked for men’s bugles, even if it was sizable and hard not to miss. But that’s not to say that I didn’t look each time. It’s hard not to notice men who do. Loose pants and a jock hide a lot, it would seem.
I hadn’t really noticed that about my neighbor before, but I had always thought about him in other ways, and to be honest, I have a toy that I love using with him in mind.
I feel very horny as I watch him from behind the gate, thinking he doesn’t know I’m even there, and I can’t seem to look away from him as he moves around. I must have started blindly daydreaming again because I suddenly felt jolted back to reality when I heard him call my name.
“Hey there, Kate, good morning…”
“Oh, hey Tom, good morning…”
“Hey, so, did your old man go on his fishing trip again this year?”